I have to say, from a detached, sociological standpoint, it’s rather interesting to watch the familial evolution going on around here. Every day it’s another step towards adaptation, towards coping, towards acceptance.
None of us are really sure still what we’re doing or how to handle this. DC still has no clue what’s going on around her. I’m sure every day is rather scary for her, filled with new sights and sounds. All she can cling to is what hopefully are now familiar people who keep popping up through her day.
The cats are still trying to deal with the noise and my lack of free lap at times. They HATE the noise. All three react in different ways…the most amusing being Kieran, who’s trying to get my attention to get me to stop the baby from crying…as if I didn’t notice her screaming in my arms.
Lastly though, there’s the parents here. We’re continually trying to figure out what we’re supposed to be doing and how to deal with this massive change. Coming from two vastly different viewpoints on the situation, it’s difficult. When the positive locks horns with the negative, who’s going to win? It’s give and take every day. Sometimes we take a step in a happy direction, other times not so much. But each day we start up new.
It’s interesting. Very interesting.
